Pets

Cujo. He's not our cat, but comes to visit most days.



The late Lemmy. He was an old street cat that I brought home for the parking lot a work.



The late Morpheus. He lived in our old neighborhood and would visit frequently. He disappeared one day and we found out about a year later that he had been hit by a car over on the next block. His meow reminded me of Edward G Robinson in one of those old black and white gangster movies.